beeeeep!

I heard this comic tale on the radio today...

There's this policeman in a supermarket, buying his lunchtime sarnie, and this doddery old lady comes over to him. She asks a strange request: when she leaves, could he call out "bye bye mother!" and wave her farewell? Thinking this was not too much to ask, and guessing she probably had a policeman son herself she was missing, he agreed. She went to the front of the shop and pushed her fully laden trolley through the exit. He waved and called out "bye bye mother!" and she seemed pleased.

He did not think much of it till he got to the till. When he was handed a bill for over fifty quid... Two pound fifty for his sandwich, and the rest for his "mother's" shopping!

Looks like crime doesn't pay: the police do!



"There's no one quite like Grandma..."

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